The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

While the Prime Minister's residence was buzzing with lively discussions about the coming-of-age ceremony procedures.

In the distant Dongyang Kingdom.

In stark contrast, Dongfang Yu's Prince Xian's residence appeared eerily quiet.

Mo Yun, who was waiting by the door, felt it even more clearly; the study was so quiet that he could hear his own breathing.

So when the prince suddenly looked over, he felt inexplicably nervous and quickly stepped forward to ask, "Your Highness, what is it?"

Dongfang Yu rubbed her chest, and casually asked, "Is there any news about her?"

Mo Yun bowed his head and admitted his guilt: "Your subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, Your Highness!"

He felt extremely ashamed. He had searched for so many years, sending people to investigate every city, big and small, in the Western Moon Kingdom, the Eastern Yang Kingdom, the Southern Shang Kingdom, and the Northern Xia Kingdom, but still found nothing.

Miss Xiyue seemed to have vanished like smoke. If the Prime Minister's residence hadn't remained as calm as ever, the guards would have been tempted to think of the worst possible outcome.

Dongfang Yu was already used to this monotonous answer, but she looked into the distance with particular resentment. Was she as invisible and intangible as the wind?

He looked up at the distant horizon, feeling a deep sadness.

Xiyue, where are you?

Xiyue, when will you come back?

Dongfang Yu suddenly felt powerless and bored, and looked up at Mo Yun, coldly instructing, "Get out."

"Close the door. No one is allowed to enter without my permission."

He doesn't want to see anyone or hear any sound right now.

Mo Yun knew that the prince was unhappy again. Although he was never happy usually, he knew that the prince was most unhappy at this moment.

So he quickly evacuated everyone around the study, including servants, guards, and secret guards, to a distance of ten feet from the study.

At the same time, it was explicitly forbidden that anyone make any loud noises in the mansion. Anyone who violates this rule will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane or exiled to the Black Camp for one month.

Inside the study at this moment, Dongfang Yu was no longer the handsome and unparalleled wise prince in the eyes of outsiders.

At this moment, he was filled with a gloomy aura. He abandoned the routine affairs that required urgent approval, took out a jar of strong liquor from a hidden compartment, and walked blankly into the secret room of the study.

He randomly chose a corner, sat down dejectedly, and began to drink silently, one sip after another.

The inner room was less than two zhang long and wide, with a narrow bed in the corner just big enough for one person to lie down.

There was a luminous pearl embedded in the wall, but nothing else. Once the secret room door was closed, there was only a small ventilation opening, about the size of a palm, carved out of one of the walls near the top.

If the vents are blocked, this place will become a truly enclosed space, and a person placed inside will suffocate to death in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

Dongfang Yu likes to stay here when she is in a bad mood. She chose this room because it is private enough.

To prevent fire and eavesdropping during construction, thick steel plates were specially selected as interlayers for the four walls, and the ventilation openings were specially treated, resulting in excellent sound insulation.

Soundproofing not only prevents sounds from getting out, but also makes it impossible to hear any sounds from outside.

He initially designed the secret room to facilitate his discussions of important matters with his confidants.

Here, as long as the secret room door is closed, even if someone is standing in the study, no matter how profound their inner strength is, they will not be able to hear the sounds inside.

But now, this place has become his temporary refuge for venting his emotions over the past three years.

Dongfang Yu wanted to get himself drunk so that he wouldn't have to think about that person so much.

Each time, things didn't go as planned. The more he drank, the more sober he became, and the image in his mind became clearer and clearer, something he couldn't forget even if he wanted to.

In his drunken haze, in the dim glow of the luminous pearl, he seemed to see the back of a woman in blue. She was tall, with long hair reaching her waist, and had a cool and serene demeanor.

He stared intently at the blurry figure and cautiously asked, "Xiyue, is that you?"

He didn't care that he didn't get a reply and kept asking.

"Have you forgotten that you once saved a wretched, lame hostage?"

"Have you forgotten that you once gave me your treasured Buddhist prayer beads and your self-defense dagger?"

"Have you forgotten that you said we were friends?"

Why didn't you give me your news?

"Have you never thought of me even once?"

"Why did you disappear for so long, day after day, year after year?"

"I know you must be living somewhere I don't know about. You're deliberately hiding from me, aren't you?"

"Don't you want to see me?"

Do you hate me too?

"Have you found someone better, so you don't want me anymore, right?"

Do you know that I imagine what you'll look like when you grow up every day?

"Do you know that I think about how to repay your life-saving grace every day?"

Do you know I look for you every day?

Do you know I've been waiting for you?

......

Dongfang Yu asked many questions, but in the end no one gave him any answers. He just kept repeating them, looking at the vague figure in front of him, hoping that she could give him a little response.

In his endless narration, he even revealed the thoughts he was ashamed to speak of, which were buried deep in his heart.

"Do you know that you have already accepted my royal seal?"

Do you know that I think about you every night?

......

Like being drunk yet awake, like a dream yet an illusion.

Dongfang Yu didn't know if he was really drunk or dreaming.

Between lucidity and dreaming, he realized that he was all alone.

He was the only one from beginning to end.

Disappointed and exhausted, he lay down once again on that small couch that was barely wide enough for one person.

Numbed by the strong liquor, he endured another cold night.

The next morning.

As Mo Yun anxiously awaited his return, he finally saw his lord open the study door and reappear before them.

Mo Yun observed carefully and found that apart from his bloodshot eyes and pale face, the prince looked fine.

Those who practice martial arts have internal strength to support them, so going hungry for a meal or not sleeping for a night is generally not a big problem, so he is not so worried, or perhaps he has already gotten used to not worrying.

In fact, he understood that without Miss Xiyue, his worries would be in vain, so he simply stopped worrying.

Now he was worried about something else entirely, and thinking about it made Mo Yun's scalp tingle.

Finally, he had no choice but to step forward and report: "Your Highness, Master Kong instructed that if you wake up, you must go to his place first, otherwise he will burn down your study."

Upon hearing that it was Elder Kong's message, Dongfang Yu felt a headache coming on. He pressed his temples and replied helplessly, "Mm."

He knew that Master Kong only willingly stayed in the Prince's mansion for the sake of his mother, spending more than ten years doing his best to suppress the fetal toxins.

Otherwise, given his status as a legendary healer in the martial arts world, countless forces would be vying to curry favor with him and do everything in their power to win him over.

Later, he went to Xiyue Kingdom as a hostage. Kong Lao could not follow him. By chance, he met Xiyue and was fortunate enough to be cured of the poison. Finally, after two years of painstaking planning, he returned to the palace.

He thought that the old man who never liked being tied down had already left, but he didn't expect that he was still waiting for him in the mansion. As always, he was dedicated and responsible, and continued to take care of his health.

Although Mr. Kong was an eccentric person who acted entirely on a whim, they considered each other family after spending so many years together.

Old Kong must have lost his temper again because of his self-destructive behavior yesterday.

Despite being mentally prepared, Dongfang Yu and Mo Yun were still taken aback by the scene before them when they arrived at Elder Kong's courtyard, and involuntarily took a step back.

The yard was a mess; the flowers and plants had been pulled up or cut down, the doors were wide open, and all the furniture that could be smashed inside was broken, leaving behind shards of porcelain, broken pieces of wood, and debris.

If Mo Yun weren't absolutely certain that the mansion was safe enough, he would have suspected that bandits had been there.

Dongfang Yu touched his nose, a little embarrassed, clearly indicating that Kong Lao had been severely provoked by him this time. In the past, Kong Lao would also get angry because he didn't take care of his health.

In the past, Kong Lao would only smash an expensive vase to vent his anger, or destroy a rare flower or plant as a form of punishment.

Mo Yun was used to the strange way the prince and the evil doctor got along. Every time the prince came out of the "little iron house", Kong Lao would smash things because the prince was drinking. But this time, for some reason, the evil doctor actually lost his temper.

Dongfang Yu braced himself and went inside. The furniture was dilapidated everywhere, and there was nowhere to put his feet. He had to struggle to avoid various obstacles and move around before finally reaching the innermost bedroom of Elder Kong.

Before I even entered the house and saw anyone, a vase came crashing down on me with lightning speed.

Dongfang Yu, who was walking in front, calmly tilted her head, reached out and easily took the vase, and handed it to Mo Yun behind her.

Seeing the Evil Doctor sitting expressionlessly on the only undamaged bed, Mo Yun couldn't help but curse inwardly: "That old bastard is really wicked. He even knows to leave room for himself to rest. Every time, he smashes everything else, but he never smashes his beloved bed."

Mo Yun sighed inwardly, "It's truly a battle of gods, and the little devils suffer!"

The evil doctor glanced coldly at Mo Yun's face and knew what he was thinking: "Mo Yun, I've developed a novel love potion. How about I give it to you to try for free?"

Mo Yun immediately bowed respectfully and sincerely thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Elder Kong. I am all alone and have no need for such a precious Gu. I will go and have someone tidy up your room right away."

After saying that, he used all his lightness skill to escape.

Just kidding. The Evil Doctor is famous because his Gu poison is the best in the world. No one can cure the Gu he casts. He doesn't understand this so-called love Gu, but for someone like him who is afraid of women getting close, it is definitely not a good thing.

Dongfang Yu watched the dark clouds drift away in the blink of an eye, and silently despised them.

Mo Yun is almost thirty years old and still doesn't have a woman. Could there be something wrong with him?

Perhaps we could really consider getting him a love potion to try.

The evil doctor pointed angrily at Dongfang Yu, wishing he could tear him to pieces, and said sarcastically, "You still have the leisure to worry about others? I think you can try this love potion yourself, so you don't torture yourself every day for a woman who has disappeared without a trace, and stop wasting the good medicine that I spent so much effort to prepare."

"If you keep getting yourself drunk every few days, you'll die before you even find your sweetheart."

This brat must have been born to be his nemesis.

She was born with fetal toxins, and her constitution was already so weak. Even if the toxins are later neutralized, she still can't let her guard down.

After finally recovering from the poison, he couldn't wait to practice martial arts with all his might. If it weren't for the life-saving medicine he painstakingly refined, even a body of iron wouldn't have been able to withstand such repeated abuse.

Besides, this little rascal is now deliberately going to the iron house to torture himself every few days.

Thinking about everything that had happened over the past twenty years, the evil doctor wanted to bang his head against the wall. If he had known that repaying favors would be so troublesome, he would have simply refused to be saved and would have been more at peace with death!

"Why don't you just kill yourself!"